The tub sold has old rough shelves.
And e’en this fisherman caught best white smelts.
A living lord’s black dress, worn high, I vow!
Can you discover the original lines?
273. MISSING WORDS
That mystical gnome never flinches from toil
Who ...... the ...... in Orient soil;
Yet ...... mortals will ever abound
To ...... all the soil till the treasure is found.
274. A PUZZLE ACROSTIC
My feathered first has wings and sings,
Unfledged my second swings its wings;
My third on blackest pinions flies,
My fourth can float beneath the skies.
The letters to my first that fall
Are the initials of them all.
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